Neri was still pouting when Alana returned to the cockpit. "Not my boss... my executioner most likely..." she sighed. The Bespinian pilot was aware of the many rumors surrounding the woman. "The Redface gang, among others, works directly for her, she's trying to seize control over the Coruscant spice trade. If the rumors are true, she's a wealthy Zeltronian woman living on Zeltros. No one knows her name, and no leads can be traced back to her. It's all just smoke and mirrors..." Neri had grown serious now, as she continued. "We've made an enemy of perhaps one of the most powerful anonymous figures out there." yeah, the pilot wasn't going to show her face in the core for a while. "Don't be sorry. It was my own decision." she continued. "I tend not to think too far ahead. Part of my charm, I guess.." she exclaimed with a faint smile. It was something she hated about herself; she lived in the moment and never thought far ahead. She had no long term plan, just... this.
Neri's brow furrowed when Alana asked about their plan. "Just lean back in your chair lady, what the kriff do you think you're paying me that ton of credits for?" Neri paused, steering their craft to another skylane. "We're going to the industrial district. I know a second-hand ship dealer. We'll trade the Quadjumper for something with a proper hyperdrive, stock up and travel to a planet of your choosing." Neri explained. "That okay for you love? Also, if you wanna do sticks, do em in the back." she added, having seen the death sticks when the pilot had stripped Alana of her stuff.
